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Now now, having prosthetic lady bits doesn't automatically make somebody a bot. That alone is barely even enough to qualify as being a cyborg, unless they shoot frikkin lasers or something.
What about prosthetic ladyboy bits?
Sorry, I've been off drinking heavily and watching my recording of the superbowl halftime show on superslow stop-frame to see if I can spot Beyonce's nipples.
As an [ITAN] member am I supposed to be shooting at [TGFT] now or what?
<attempts to ignore problem long enough so that it goes away>
As an [ITAN] member am I supposed to be shooting at [TGFT] now or what?
<attempts to ignore problem long enough so that it goes away>
Oh thank Gawd.
Save us Leebs! Save us from this shitty RP! Show them how to really do it!
Save us Leebs! Save us from this shitty RP! Show them how to really do it!
I do have an RP-relevant question: What gender is the "Azurea" character supposed to be? It registers as a female name to my mind, but I just want to make sure. I dislike using incorrect pronouns unintentionally.
^+1
God I am so glad I sponsored this soap, gives me lots of juicy comments to read while I'm bored
Azure is a romance language derivative for 'blue', azzzuro in Italian, and in romance languages words ending with an 'a' are feminine, thus Azurea can be correctly interpreted as meaning 'blue girl'
So...in Spanglish...it would be La Blue Girl?
certainly explains why he cries like a girl all day.
You're agreeing with yourself across accounts?
It gives new meaning to alt separation...
Personally, I prefer arguing with myself across accounts. Way more entertaining.
Surby said: Save us Leebs! Save us from this shitty RP! Show them how to really do it!
OK.
OK.
LeberMac sat in [ITAN] HQ, his face aglow from the vidscreen where a scantily-clad dancer lip-synced an inane song from a bygone era. The image stopped, reversed itself and stopped again. He peered intently at the screen, frowned, and resumed play at normal speed.
“LeberMac!” Greenwall said as he burst into the room, “What’s the status on the [TGFT] surveillance?”
Startled by the unexpected entrance, LeberMac fumbled the computer command that switched awkwardly from the ancient video window to a new window containg a corvus image repository full of SilentSuicide’s horse porn. Scrambling now, he keyed in a command hiding that screen fully, which brought up a previously-hidden screen proudly displaying a window of questionable Serco Stellar-Net Gambling, with several bad hands of Pazzak on screen, and a dismaying -19450 credit total. In a panic, he shoved the entire vidscreen off of the table, where it shattered on the floor.
“Fine, Sir!” LeberMac stood as he announced his incredible progress, “The [TGFT] traders will never know what hit them!”
Greenwall looked quizzically at the newly-readmitted [ITAN] member. “What do you mean? Did we launch an offensive? You were assigned to simply monitor the situation and report back to me days ago.”
“Right,” LeberMac said as he nonchalantly pushed an empty tequila bottle off to the side of the desk where it would be hidden by the bulk of the surveillance computer. “Well, they WILL never know what hit them if we ever decide to show them who’s boss!”
“Ummm…” Greenwall mused, raising an eyebrow. “You know you’re supposed to be monitoring [TGFT] to determine if they’re violating neutrality by giving our pilots preferential treatment, right?”
“Of course sir!” LeberMac saluted, and caught his thumb in his eye. He winced, made a garbled nasal snort and blinked repeatedly, as if nothing had happened.
Greenwall squinted at LeberMac, attempting to determine if the man had ever sustained a traumatic head injury. “Very good, then. Continue the…” Greenwall waved his hand at the destroyed vidscreen and disaster of a desk, “… surveillance… and make sure to report back to me moment you see [TGFT] display any overt preferential treatment to [ITAN] pilots. We don’t want an interstellar incident on our hands, now… do we?”
“Yes?” LeberMac answered, right eye watering madly.
“No!” Greenwall shouted, “No! We do NOT want an interstellar incident!”
“You should really have someone keep an eye on them, then,” LeberMac suggested happily as his right eye twitched.
Greenwall took a deep breath and calmly responded, “Yes – that is an excellent idea. LeberMac – get right on it, top priority!”
“Of course sir!” LeberMac said, almost saluted again but thought better of it, and suddenly struck a thoughtful pose. “I’ll… need a new vidscreen. This one… um… broke. I think the SVGA interface driver failed.”
Greenwall looked at the broken vidscreen on the floor, still sparking.
“Indeed. I’ll approve crafting you a new one immediately. Carry on with your secret surveillance mission, LeberMac!” Greenwall waved as he left the room, closing the door quietly and proceeding down the hall to the briefing chamber. CrazySpence was waiting for him.
“So? Can I inform the Itani high council that we have our ‘best man’ monitoring the [TGFT] situation?” CrazySpence asked, not looking up from several datapads showing curious Serco troop movements in Giera.
“I think it’s safe to say that this issue is being given the attention it deserves,” Greenwall replied. “I expect that the inquiries will die out over the next few weeks, and it will be safe to reassign LeberMac to more plasteel procurement missions.”
The two [ITAN] leaders continued their discussion over more serious matters; meanwhile, LeberMac wiped the sweat from his brow in the ‘surveillance’ room, which looked suspiciously like a spare janitorial closet. He delved into his surveillance mission with relish, instantly ordering a new vidscreen from the 3D printer and setting up the remote observer drones for surveillance throughout grayspace.
But first, a few more hands of Pazzak…
“LeberMac!” Greenwall said as he burst into the room, “What’s the status on the [TGFT] surveillance?”
Startled by the unexpected entrance, LeberMac fumbled the computer command that switched awkwardly from the ancient video window to a new window containg a corvus image repository full of SilentSuicide’s horse porn. Scrambling now, he keyed in a command hiding that screen fully, which brought up a previously-hidden screen proudly displaying a window of questionable Serco Stellar-Net Gambling, with several bad hands of Pazzak on screen, and a dismaying -19450 credit total. In a panic, he shoved the entire vidscreen off of the table, where it shattered on the floor.
“Fine, Sir!” LeberMac stood as he announced his incredible progress, “The [TGFT] traders will never know what hit them!”
Greenwall looked quizzically at the newly-readmitted [ITAN] member. “What do you mean? Did we launch an offensive? You were assigned to simply monitor the situation and report back to me days ago.”
“Right,” LeberMac said as he nonchalantly pushed an empty tequila bottle off to the side of the desk where it would be hidden by the bulk of the surveillance computer. “Well, they WILL never know what hit them if we ever decide to show them who’s boss!”
“Ummm…” Greenwall mused, raising an eyebrow. “You know you’re supposed to be monitoring [TGFT] to determine if they’re violating neutrality by giving our pilots preferential treatment, right?”
“Of course sir!” LeberMac saluted, and caught his thumb in his eye. He winced, made a garbled nasal snort and blinked repeatedly, as if nothing had happened.
Greenwall squinted at LeberMac, attempting to determine if the man had ever sustained a traumatic head injury. “Very good, then. Continue the…” Greenwall waved his hand at the destroyed vidscreen and disaster of a desk, “… surveillance… and make sure to report back to me moment you see [TGFT] display any overt preferential treatment to [ITAN] pilots. We don’t want an interstellar incident on our hands, now… do we?”
“Yes?” LeberMac answered, right eye watering madly.
“No!” Greenwall shouted, “No! We do NOT want an interstellar incident!”
“You should really have someone keep an eye on them, then,” LeberMac suggested happily as his right eye twitched.
Greenwall took a deep breath and calmly responded, “Yes – that is an excellent idea. LeberMac – get right on it, top priority!”
“Of course sir!” LeberMac said, almost saluted again but thought better of it, and suddenly struck a thoughtful pose. “I’ll… need a new vidscreen. This one… um… broke. I think the SVGA interface driver failed.”
Greenwall looked at the broken vidscreen on the floor, still sparking.
“Indeed. I’ll approve crafting you a new one immediately. Carry on with your secret surveillance mission, LeberMac!” Greenwall waved as he left the room, closing the door quietly and proceeding down the hall to the briefing chamber. CrazySpence was waiting for him.
“So? Can I inform the Itani high council that we have our ‘best man’ monitoring the [TGFT] situation?” CrazySpence asked, not looking up from several datapads showing curious Serco troop movements in Giera.
“I think it’s safe to say that this issue is being given the attention it deserves,” Greenwall replied. “I expect that the inquiries will die out over the next few weeks, and it will be safe to reassign LeberMac to more plasteel procurement missions.”
The two [ITAN] leaders continued their discussion over more serious matters; meanwhile, LeberMac wiped the sweat from his brow in the ‘surveillance’ room, which looked suspiciously like a spare janitorial closet. He delved into his surveillance mission with relish, instantly ordering a new vidscreen from the 3D printer and setting up the remote observer drones for surveillance throughout grayspace.
But first, a few more hands of Pazzak…
Bwahahaha, that was awesome.
“No! We do NOT want an interstellar incident!”
I heartily agree. Let's keep Intersteller out of this.
“No! We do NOT want an interstellar incident!”
I heartily agree. Let's keep Intersteller out of this.
I am logged in on different accounts at different places, so it depends where I am what account I answer from.
But go ahead, feel free to read into it whatever meaning fits your stupid political agenda.
But go ahead, feel free to read into it whatever meaning fits your stupid political agenda.
+1 rin
As a frequent user of multiple accounts, I heartily agree that it is much more enjoyable to argue than it is to agree with them when both are online.
As a frequent user of multiple accounts, I heartily agree that it is much more enjoyable to argue than it is to agree with them when both are online.
If I had a political agenda, it would be the same as yours: make the opponent look like a fool. That's the entire reason for this thread.
I think Leebs's post might be the sole redeeming thing about this thread.
Well, beyond the comedy of watching TGFT scream and holler the same shit like it will suddenly make us change our minds or something. That bit was almost as good. Almost.
Well, beyond the comedy of watching TGFT scream and holler the same shit like it will suddenly make us change our minds or something. That bit was almost as good. Almost.